MISHA SAT AROUND HER kitchen table, a cup of steaming coffee in front of her, which she couldn’t take her eyes away from. The conversation from last night kept replaying in her mind over and over. Carson was her Anya? How was that even possible? And yet, he knew things about her no one else did, not even Vasily.
They spent a few more minutes talking, Misha still not believing anything he said. It had to be a trick. Somehow, he had discovered things about her past and was now using it for—
She blew out a breath. The truth was, she had no idea what he would use it for. What would be the point of a charade like this, other than simply being cruel?
She heard Zeus racing down the hallway, his tail wagging as his nails pitter-pattered on the wood floor. He entered the kitchen and went straig
